Framingham North High School - Archon Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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Page Twenty -I wo The Philomath Suddenly Madame ejaculated as she spelled a large firm, Louise Merrill — Evelyn Melin and Company, manufac- turers of Airbrakes and Iron Pins. The manager was dear little Helen Mullens. She certainly needs our wishes for luck and success in managing the above firm. Nancy Nash was the first Nobscot woman admitted to the bar and had be- come one of the greatest criminal lawyers in the country (I mean the country around Xobscot). Helen Neal was still talking diets. By the way, she is the world ' s famous dieti- tian. Sometime, tune in on station Q-U-I-E-T and hear Gilda Cardini tell how to de- velop glossy, black hair. Madame Gertrude saw Sally Swett as principal of Framingham ' s new high school. She still maintained her shyness when speaking to the men teachers. Annabelle Lincoln had continued her literary work, and had mastered the art to perfection. Another picture in the crystal was that of an orange orchard in sunny Florida, where Dorothy Greene and Anna Mc- Anulty were doing a thriving business. They like oranges. Dorothy Smith was a physical instruc- tress in a girls ' school situated in the out- skirts of the city of Nobscot. Mary Nori had reformed the whole town of Coburnville and had made herself mayor, thus using her high school train- ing in Commercial Law. Helen Cavagni was private secretary to the President of the United States. Helen surely deserved such an honored position. Madame Gertrude saw no more pic- tures in her magic crystal, for the en- chantment had been broken. We had seen or heard about our lost sheep. And so, dear friends, we left the crystal gazer, well pleased for such precious and enter- taining information. Once more we jour- neyed homeward, this time happy and content. As for me — why bring that up? Nevertheless, Little Bo-Peep had found or heard about her sheep. Marguerite Ayoob, ' 31. j Boys On that memorable night I was holding a little card party, consisting of Bud Hill, Bob Woodward, the pride and joy of the Robbins ' family, and myself. Outside, the wrath of the elements themselves was at large. Thunder, lightning, wind and rain; everything showed the anger of the gods of storm. Inside by the fire, we defied the tempest itself. We played cards, listened to my dry jokes, ate, drank — punch — and were merry. But once the card playing became dull, we started to argue, and then the conversation turned to our future voca- tions. When the height of a good time was reached and everybody was joking and laughing, the storm, jealous of our merry- making, took its vengeance. Lightning! — there was a flash, an instantaneous roar, a barrel of fire, and I was hurled through the shattered window. As in Latin class, everything went blank before me, and I knew no more. When I awoke, I was resting in a green field dotted with flowers and palm trees, so I judged I must be in a Southern climate. I arose, stretched myself, and walked over to a near-by road, where I saw a bent figure plodding towards me. What a surprise! I recognized the most talkative person in our English class, Kenneth Scott, but how changed ! He told me that his hard work as radio-announcer was wearing on him. He seemed surprised when I asked the date, country, and route to Framingham, but so was I upon being informed that this was May 13, 1950; I was about a mile out of Miami; and the next airship for Boston left on the mor-

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The Philomath Page Twenty-one who satisfied our curiosity was none other than Gertrude Bradley, who read into the future very fluently. In whom are you interested? she asked in a friendly voice. Is it about yourself? No; we answered, tell us what has become of our remaining lost sheep. For a long while she gazed into the crystal before imparting the following information. She saw an old maids ' home and seated on the back porch was Mary Stevens. Sis had millions of admirers in her day yet remained single because she could not stay true to just one. An old maids ' home was the solution to her nerve-racking problem. Next, Gertrude discovered several French schools in the great metropolis of Paris. The predominant figures in the picture were Rena Carboneau and Ida Bruce, who were visiting this well-known city in the hope of discovering a quiet way of collecting association dues for Mr. Lundberg. Margaret Cameron no longer called Ethel Johnnie, for she had fallen in love with . Margaret asked us not to mention any names. Alma Guerrieri, over seven feet in height, was parked upon a telephone pole, painting skyscrapers. Evidently, Alma was using her artistic talents as shown in early high portraits of the Wigglesham family. Another picture in the crystal was that of celebrated university of Oxford, where we discovered Eunice Peloquin and Vir- ginia McNally studying the most impor- tant question of the day, Why men leave home in Wayland. Bertha Dcvine was a preacher on How to get by in Framing- ham High School as lightly as I did. Alice Murphy was the greatest his- torian of her time. Al earned her repu- tation because of the illustrious history she had written about the Class of 1931. Christine Leavitt was her able pupil and hoped some day to be Alice ' s successor. Madame suggested that if any mem- ber of our class were ever lonesome, he should turn to Alta Hamilton, the good old auntie to all our class. How he would enjoy her kisses and caresses! Ask William Barton. Next in the crystal, Madame beheld Betty Shaw in a very puzzled state of affairs. Betty was still undecided about whom to choose — Montgomery or Rob- bins. She ought to make up her mind soon, for actions speak louder than words. Another picture was that of a beautiful home in New York City, where Mrs. Carl Crawford resided. She was formerly Doris Smith and now lived happily with her dear husband. Sometime you may have visited M.I.T. and found Doris Slamin in the chemistry laboratory, mixing substances which would enable her to grow — pardon me — - as tall as Wheeler. In the town of Framingham, center of Middlesex, state of Massachusetts, Ma- dame Gertrude saw a new high school. This magnificent building was donated by Theresa Verdelli, Barbara Williams and Kathryn Gorman. We certainly appre- ciated their kindness. Velna Sleeper and Harriettc McNeil still insisted that two could live as cheap- ly as one. Nevertheless, they meant well. Elizabeth Skinner had written a book on Why I Enjoy Movies and How to Hurt One ' s Self in Gym. Eileen Cunningham and Dorothy Flor- cyk were having a wrestling match in Nobscot Stadium. Gertrude Grossman, the referee, found it difficult to decide who was the winner and the wrestling match was declared evenly contested. Then Madame saw Annah Scribner touring Europe, merely to go new places and to see new things.

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The Philomath Page Twenty-three row. He thought he had better be going, as he was supposed to be home, playing horse with Junior. After arriving at Miami and reserving a room on the airship, I began my search for amusement. Upon following a large crowd, I arrived at the playgrounds, where a circus was going on. The excite- ment attracted my attention and I bought a ticket. The first number in the main show was a group of living statues led by Herbert Brothers, beside whom was one portraying Silence, — Sam Feinstein. The strong man who raised a Pullman car window two whole inches — hitherto unaccomplished — was even more interest- ing when I found him to be George Cassidy. One other act deserved credit, the acrobats. They certainly were fairy- like, especially with agile Charles Hughes as star performer. It comforted me to notice a large, heavy net below him. After such an interesting afternoon, I chose to spend a more serious evening and attended a lecture Why Woman Should Come Second. I had a desire to be intro- duced to the speaker, but found it quite unnecessary as he was our illustrious class orator, Pete Lembo. He told me that ever since he had spoken in Miss Hemenway ' s English class on women coming second, he was thrilled by the subject. Now he was completing a tour of the United States and Canada. As the airship left for Boston the next day, I decided the best thing to do was to return to a hotel and get some sleep. The next morning I was awakened by a loud rapping at the door. With my con- sent, in came the cutest little messenger boy, oh, he was darling! Yes, girls, it was George Nichols. From him I learned that Bill Gibbons was manager of one of the best hock shops in the vicinity; and also Monsieur Dc Wolfe had become a doctor, as we expected. Yes, a horse doctor. Nichols left me a telegram, and with a hasty farewell, disappeared. The message wasn ' t for me, so I threw it away, hoping the owner would find it. As I had no belongings except those on my personage, I realized the thing I needed for my air flight was a topcoat. I soon found the desired wearing apparel. In the window of a store which bore the name Lavallee Brothers, stood James Stevens — but how dignified! Quite right, he was posing for Kuppenheimer Clothes. Don Lavallee recognized me and told me how after his beloved cousin Elden ' s Fresh Water Ice Company had been broken by Harold Dickinson ' s sale of electric refrigerators, Elden and he had come down here and started this clothing business. The overcoat having been purchased, I started for my air liner. Tempus fugit all too fast, and I arrived at my dock with only a minute to spare. There were two big airships, but which was I to take? I decided on the one at the right and said, Feet, do your duty. I made it by inches, but enough for me. I had boarded the wrong boat, and after it was well underway, I found out that it was a Round the World Cruiser; I saw the captain and at first sight, I knew everything was fine, as he happened to be Ed Riley. He assured me of comfort dur- ing the rest of the trip. Trained by a course in Framingham High, Philip Mc- Clain and Bill Fahey were the ship ' s car- penters. The next day, as I came down to break- fast, I noticed a waiter singing the Lis- terine song, Just a Gargalo, and by his harmonious voice I recognized Bud Vose. It also seemed strange when I sat down to breakfast with Robert Wilcox. Pee- Wee informed me that he was stopping in Italy, where he was going to take part in the Olympics, capture prizes, and break records in general. That afternoon,